After the rain, the empty mountain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, and the crystal stone flows in the stream.
Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? .
Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival (Song) Su Shi
The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
This life is not a good night. Where to see the bright moon next year?